So here's the scoop, i come upstairs the other day and i'm getting ready for school right? So i say hi to my dad(all pleasant and all i might add) and i sit down to put on my shoes. so here i am, all innocent, when my dad yells, "what is that?". so i'm all freakin out being like, whats what??where??, but turns out, he's pointing to my legs and i'm all "omg there's a spider on my leg or something". But noooo, God forbid there be anything worth yelling about wrong with me, he's pointing at my pant leg that's a little ripped on the bottom. so he starts going off on the fact that i'm sooo rebelious with my ripped pant leg and i need to go change right now. but i didn't have time, cuz i needed to go to school, so i tryed to explain my plight, and he gave me the whole, "i'll take you to buy new pants myself". So yeah, i know i come home with alot of tattoos, and i know i dye my hair all the time, and these piercings are just getting crazy, but geeze...let me be who i am...lol. I love you dad:) just don't stress yourself out so much over me...i'm not that bad...right???